Lord Dimitrescu Novels & Stories

Despite his tall height, I took off his cloak hood and gasped at his handsomeness. Aside from the chocolate-brown, intense eyes, Cesarevich Dimitri had olive-toned skin, a narrow nose, defined cheekbones, and a strong jawline. His hair was shoulder-length and pulled into a short ponytail that was at the nape of his neck, and a few strands were loose and framed his face. From what I could tell, his body seemed lean and intact with chiseled muscle underneath his cloak. I wondered how it felt under my fingertips…

He frowns. “The driver mentioned something before he left. He said the car was fixed and returned in courtesy of a Dimitrio Falcon.” I bite down hard on my lip. Fuck. “Ring a bell?” I don’t respond, What am I even supposed to say? “The name sounds very familiar. Dimitrio Falcon… CEO of Dell’s Empire. My biggest competition.” He lets out a laugh. “Now… tell me why my wife would need assistance from someone like him. Are you both planning to bring me and my company down?”

Well, she doesn't really care about that. "I kept Dimitri hidden from Nevil, because he's different from us. Dimitri is a..." Sera glances at Dimitri, who was just watching and listening as he nods his head to her. "He's a vampire. An heir. The descendant of King Dimitrius of the powerful vampire clan a thousand years ago. And when the alphas find out that Dimitri is still alive, they will surely send someone to kill him." It made her cry even more, so Raenerys straightened up and approached Dimitri, who was now completely unconscious. She picked him up, and she could feel Sera's eyes watching her actions.

he beckoned him closer. Lucian’s body shook badly with fear and cold as he reached for his uncle. “Prince Lucian Armand Orszak, listen carefully. Before I continue, I need you to trust me and promise me first.” Dimitri raised his hand weakly, and the boy promised without hesitation. Dimitri smiled–the boy never broke his promise once he made them. It was how he was brought up–to always stand by his word.

"The lounge needs to be cleared and reset. Tell the staff to offer complimentary vintage champagne to the remaining guests for the inconvenience." "No, Madam, you don't understand," Dmitry stammered, his voice dropping into a frantic, terrified whisper as he held the screen up to her face. "That wasn't just a rich boy. That was Leonardo Radov. His father... His father is Yamelyan Radov. He doesn't just own imports, Madam. He is the shadow ruler of the commercial sectors. He has connections to the highest intelligence agencies and the American oligarchs. The Sterling family... he works directly with Silas Sterling!"

the man asked again. “Lucien Hart.” Lucien answered. I tugged at his sleeves, silently asking him what he was up to. “Relax, everything is under my control. He is the person behind the mysterious organization who was controlling Marcus into kidnapping innocent wolves.” His voice came through my head and I was shocked at his words. “Lucien Hart?” the man asked. He fell silent as if he was trying to remember something. “Ooh, so it is you. Then I guess you should know what I am talking about, right? Has your little plaything become a pile of dry bones already?” the man asked in a taunting voice.

I demanded, pulse racing. Dmitri hesitated, glancing at Dante. “Promise me protection first. And detox. I can’t think straight like this.” Dante nodded curtly. “Done. Maria, get the doc up here.” As she left, he turned back. “Talk.” “Alessio Greco,” Dmitri said. “Your own cousin. He’s been feeding Viktor scraps for months. Jealous of your position, obsessed with Luca. Wants to undermine you, take over, and claim him as a prize.”

I nodded. "It's fine, at your leisure." He eased a smile. "Thank you." I looked up at him, "Will you talk about yourself?" "Do you want me to?" I nodded. "Sure." "I am Dmitri and am here visiting your pack. I am also a friend of the Alpha King." "Oh, so are you a normal wolf like the rest of us or an Alpha?" "No love." He chuckled and winked, "I am a high lord, General controller of the special forces of the supernaturals and I am at your service for the night."

And Dimitrov was a key piece on the chessboard. "Linus Dimitrov is a powerful man in Jorvik," Joseph continued, his voice sharpening with concern. "We’d be handing him over to Frederick’s people—giving them a lot of power. Did you see the way Frederick talked about his past? The way he talked about his eighteen-year-old wife and the revenge he’s harboured for all these years? What’s to stop him from using Dimitrov to get revenge on those who ruined his life?"

And beside, why would the Moon Goddess bestow a heartless bastard, who had taken the lives of many as the fated mate of an innocent girl? I know I am brutal, but my illegitimate brother, Vogarth, was more deadly. His brutality had no limit and knew no one, not even family. It's true the powerful households betrayed themselves a lot, but our family, The Demarcos’ was different. We believed in family bonds and hated betrayers. I feel it's a thing for us because we are the richest family in the whole of North America, and our lineage holds the royalty position of this pack. Vogarthy’s mother was my father’s concubine, but she was lucky to conceive three years before my mother. Which made Vogart